Mox nix That they’ve heard From Hope Hicks Who was up to Her usual tricks Because those are the kind He usually picks When he wants to put in the fix
Mox nix It doesn’t matter Who he picks Once he knows What makes them tick And they’re good At the rhetoric Of not making him into a ****
Mox nic It doesn’t matter That he’s sick And gives his base That red meat schtick While ignoring the damage That it can inflict By hiding his hand while throwing a brick
Mox nix It doesn’t matter how big The signature affixed To the royal decrees He throws in the mix Or the former aides He summarily evicts From his cabinet Of sycophants and hicks